will work for coffee and mortgage payment

yesterday in church we sang "coffee coffee coffee" to the tune of "holy holy holy," and let me tell you, that shit cracked me up. unitarian universalists know how to make fun of themselves, especially on april fools day. this morning im singing the praises of ethiopian yrgacheffe. amen, blessed be, ohyeah.
its roasted by this fairly new local roaster, only a mile or so away. i wrote them an email praising their talents and letting them know we drink it every morning and, oh by the way, can i work for you this summer? they didnt write back. for the first time in three years i do not have a summer class to teach at Temple. my own fault, i was waffling and groaning about the commute and missed the deadline to bid for teaching spots. now i feel like a highschool kid looking for a summer gig, only i have a mortgage to pay and buy my own groceries. well, with help of course, but my help is also a student whose income source is debt debt debt.
oh we love loans in this house.
so im shopping my skills, sent out letters to local colleges (baltimore has quite a few) in hopes they may need summer adjuncts.
apparently not.
sent emails to coffee roasters lauding my knowledge of beans and tea and love of farmers markets where i would be honored to shop their stuff in the early early morn.
but no.
oh dear.
its a good reminder that although grad students often complain that we are worked too hard for too little money, even an adjunct position pays better than what many a folk can get.